Linkin Park~Hands Held High

Turn my
Mic up louder I got to say something
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in you chest / The syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i’m dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
F*ck that / I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something / Take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause i’m sick of being treated like I have before
Like it’s stupid standing for what i’m standing for
Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet / When you
Can’t put gas in your tank / And these fuckers area
Laughing their way to the bank / Cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion / Have respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like
What did he say
In my living room watching / I am not laughing / Cause
When it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold / The bold men make action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old / It’s something to see / Another
Kid my age drug under a jeep
Taken and bound / And found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
Do you see / The soldiers / They’re out today they
Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
It’s ironic / At times like this you pray
But a bomb blow the mosque up yesterday
There’s bombs on the busses / Bikes / Roads
Inside your market / Your shops / Your clothes / My dad
He’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back / He hand wrote a quote inside:
“When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die”
And meanwhile / the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like
What did he sayWith hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you